The stars were watched

rich, sad smoke
kissed and sucked
at windows, longingly,
the roads burnt
with a thousand yellow eyes.

neon angel's blood,
transcendent and luminous,
pulsed
through billboards

and the stars
were tiny diamonds
with mouths
that told stories.

the stars were watched
that night,
as our shoes
ate the roof.

Zain Ali is a Bangladeshi student in the United States.